“I’m drunk, I’ll walk outside with no boots on and canoe, I can’t even talk to you. All y’all, you’re the worst. You, you’re second worst. Y’all over here, you are tertiary.”
-A
Kerri: How was the nap?
Claire: Victory!
Kerri: Hooray! You win… A mimosa!
A while ago in a meeting I started to fold an origami crane, which led to Vinny making a joke about how I should make a construction crane instead.
Not one to turn down a challenge, I eventually came up with the following:
“What can I get you?” asked the bartender.
A vodka soda, I thought.
“A double vodka soda,” I said.
That’s not a good sign, I thought.
Ben: I’m going to pee with the door open, because I can’t find the light.
Amy: Ben, no!
Ben: It’s okay Amy, it’s a hurricane; the normal rules don’t apply.
Amy: They do apply!
Ben: It’s hurricane U-rene!
Amy: I hate this hurricane.
(Side note: we were staying in SoHo, because as Noah pointed out, “In a bad storm, you want to be with the guy called Noah!”)
A page from my journal (2006?), planning out the upcoming week.
Been feeling very dispirited and not in the mood for MS Painting of late, but here’s a couple I did in October to figure out my Halloween costumes.
First, plans for my PharmVille office party, which had a “PharmVille” theme (go figure). My idea was to go as the Rod Of Asclepius:
A Word document that just popped up on my computer…
»
Does your treatment
fit well / into / with your current lifestyle?
comply with your current lifestyle?
impact your current lifestyle?
How well does your treatment fit into your current lifestyle?
Is your current treatment preventing you from
Is there anything about your current treatment that you wish you could change?
Does your current treatment stop you from
Is your daily lifestyle constricted by your current treatment?
Does your current treatment limit your day-to-day life?
»
(Well? Does it?)
A conversation at work with the guy in the cubicle next to mine….
KJ: (audible sigh)
Marque: Oh Katherine, what’s the matter?
KJ: Huh? Oh nothing—I’m just slogging my way through the thesaurus, that’s all.
Marque: What? Slugging your way through the thesaurus?
KJ: Yeah. Only, slogging.
Marque: What’s slogging?
KJ: Well, I can tell you!
KJ: Hold on…
KJ: Here we go…
KJ: Slog:
KJ: Bear down
KJ: Buckle down
KJ: Drag
KJ: Drudge
KJ: Flounder
KJ: Grind
KJ: Labor
Marque: …
KJ: See what I did there?
Marque: Yep.
KJ: I looked it up in the thesaurus!
Marque: (audible sigh)
Eduardo: Have you ever taken the Bolt Bus from Philly?
Stef: Yes, ugh, once. I sat next to a guy who drank a whole bottle of whiskey during the trip. And then I ended up editing his paper… it was a whole thing.
Post karaoke…
“But where are we? Are we behind the park?”
“Greenwood Cemetery?”
“This isn’t Greenwood Cemetery! This is that weird part behind Prospect Park, right?”
“We’re nearly at Prospect Park. I know where we are!”
“This sign here says Bowling Green! Are we at Bowling Green?”
“Bowling Green is in Manhattan!”
“Are we in Manhattan? What!? How did we get to Manhattan?”
“We’re not, I know where we are. We’re on Coney Island.”
“What?? We’re nowhere near Coney Island! We’re near Prospect Park! Or maybe Manhattan! But definitely not Coney Island!”
“We’re ON Coney Island—Avenue! I know where we’re going!”
Apparently when I got back to college after my semester/summer abroad, I created an old-school style “How I Spent My Summer Vacation” cartoon, and then completely forgot about it. This might be one of the main reasons I’ve never tried to get anything published; once a project is done to my satisfaction, it drops off my mental radar almost entirely. Going through old word document files is always a revelation. So many stories and song lyrics and weird little snippets, and all of them such a surprise! I’m terrible at getting letters in the mail—I write them and forget to send, and they’ll moulder on my dresser until long past the point of relevancy. As a kid I wrote thank-you notes for every Christmas or birthday gift I ever received, and I’d say 80% of them never got sent.
On that note, this blog has noticeably increased my output of at least certain types of projects. Up until I started this blog, there were three options: 1. start and finish a project and immediately forget it; 2. start but don’t finish a project and have it hang over me eternally, filling me with daily guilt and self-recrimination for years or even decades; or 3. don’t start a project at all. Making cartoons that at least a handful of people will read feels much less futile than making them just for my own occasional future moments of surprised amusement.
Aaaanyway, here’s the cartoon:
While home, I found this old wallet with a note—to myself, from myself—in the picture flap:
The F.A.B. family is waiting in line at the Berkeley Rep will-call
KJ: Oh look, there’s a 24 Hour Fitness right across the street.
Quincy: You could have worked out before the show!
KJ: Eh, coulda woulda shoulda.
KJ: Well, coulda shoulda, anyway.
